when i was prince of the pines

[grifter]

When I was prince of the pines
green needles were neatly sprinkled time
around a round rabbit rolling
in the shade’s cold clay.

In the shadow’s cool colors
the sound of the sun was so subtle
as it shone through the wind
with such a fickle flicker.

Sighing with the sun
I stumbled asleep
in the summer’s heavy heaving
and the day dreamed with me.

[Laura]

"as it shone through the wind
with such a fickle flicker."

--this reminds me of my vacations in Northern Ontario. This whole thing kind of did ... just with the talking of nature and all.

[thecrazybeautiful]

"with such a fickle flicker"

I like the sound of that line. Like if you say it over and over a few times it just sounds so cool.

"and the day dreamed with me"

And I really like that. Seems like a nice idea to write about.

[Only Me]

the imagery presented in the last line is almost overwhelming for me. We just got sod put in our yard and I cannot wait til I can go out and lay in it in the heat of the summer days and just relax while the sun dreams with me